In an ideal world a magic pigeon would land on my window sill and fly me straight to church on Sundays. (See diagram 1)
Instead, today I got to the subway to find there was no uptown service from my stop. I had to take the C train all the way down to 59th Street in order to catch an A train back uptown. At 59th Street I hopped on an A uptown train. Or at least I thought I did. By the time I woke up from my dozing, I was somewhere in the Bronx. The only logical explanation for this is that the train switched from being an A to a D just for fun. (This actually does happen; trains will switch on a whim if they want to.)
So from Tremont Avenue in the Bronx I had to take another D train down to 145th Street in Manhattan. Finally at 145th Street I caught another A train up to Inwood and made it to the chapel. (See diagram 2)
I seriously love the NYC subway, but days like today make me wish I had a car.
Or a pigeon.
4 comments:
Diagram 2 looks like a stethoscope. Or maybe it's a Sethoscope.
...or make you wish you had a car until you have to park.
i love how the bronx is just blue water. it's like it doesn't really exist
That's why I like the metro. It's a lot less confusing.
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